It’s said that art mirrors life. In hip-hop’s case, there’s always been a deliberate entanglement of perception and reality. Fans demand their MCs be real…but never too real. Successful hip-hop is about the hint of the danger, the tease of it, the mystique. Hip-hop is about balance.
Gucci Mane is an artist striving for that balance, volatility versus musicality. Controversy, including a feud with former collaborator Young Jeezy, has grabbed the headlines, with insufficient regard paid to his considerable mic skills, raw talent, and business acumen. Gucci is looking to wrest his name from public speculation and let his own words do the talking.
“I wish everybody well who’s making money in this rap game,” the Atlanta-raised rapper says, dismissing the controversy that followed him in the past. “My own rap game is going so good, I’ve got so many things on my plate at my label, that I don’t got time for other people’s business.” With a deal with Asylum Records as the boss of his own label, So Icey Entertainment, Gucci does indeed have a full schedule with no time to dwell on the past.
“I live my life with no regrets. I just wish that a lot of things never happened, but anybody can wish,” says Gucci. Sounds like a man with his eyes on the prize. And you’d expect nothing less from an artist who ground his way to the top via the hustle of independent records. Signing to Big Cat Records in the wake of his local single “Black Tee,” he dropped his debut record, Trap House, in May 2005. The independent album moved an impressive 140,000 units, largely on the strength of the “Icy” single, featuring Jeezy. Clamor over song rights sparked dispute, and the resulting rift grew.
Controversy notwithstanding, Mane’s independence was cemented: “I was on the independent scene for about two years,” he recalls. “It’s crazy! You gotta go into your own pocket to support your craft. You need other avenues to have money coming in, to support your stuff. You might win, you might lose, and it’s a gamble out there with the independent circuit. One thing you’d better have is good music because without that, you go downhill fast in the independent game.”
Good music firmly in hand, Gucci was fast approaching stardom when more tragedy befell him. But let’s backtrack; how did the man born Radric Davis in Bessemer, Alabama, become Gucci Mane, mouthpiece for Atlanta stuntin’? Mane remembers little from his time in Alabama, just that it was rural, and that it’s changed dramatically since he left at the age of nine. “I gotta shout out Alabama though, because they holdin’ it down,” he affirms. “Every time I go there to do a show, I’m impressed with how hip-hop culture has taken root.”
Mane’s identity coalesced when he moved with his mother to Atlanta. “I lived all of my adolescent and adult life in Atlanta,” he explains. “I’m from East Atlanta Zone Six; it was hard, man, it was real rough. I grew up in the Starter jacket era: they’d take your Starter jacket, your 8Ball jacket, they’d take your hat, your shoes. It was just no holds barred on the streets, dog eat dog. If you missed the bus, you had to be crewed up or you’d get jumped. It was wild when I came up.”
It’s a bleak portrait. When asked to describe his home life more vividly, Mane offers a look into his contemplative side, a side honed as a schoolyard poet. “I was just a young dude in a single parent house most of my life. I can’t complain that much. I would guess it’s like any black child growing up in a single parent household. There are a lot of people who know how that is. I didn’t have a lot coming up; but what I did have, I appreciated. I was blessed to have a caring mother to raise me right and to help me with my business ventures; she’s been there through the whole struggle. There’s a lot that goes along with that; it made me who I am today.”
A stepfather would enter the picture during Mane’s adolescence, introducing not only a male figure, but also inspiration for Mane’s unusual moniker. “My father came in, the original Gucci Mane; that’s what people in the neighborhood called him, and that’s where I get my name from. From then on, I grew up the son of a hustler and a schoolteacher; it was the best of both worlds because I was educated twice.” Drawing inspiration from a pantheon of rappers before him –Big Daddy Kane, LL Cool J, Ice Cube, the Beastie Boys, N.W.A—Mane went on to release Trap House, a lethal brew of his signature sound: “I call my music straight Gucci: going hard and whatever beats you make you for me, if I’m feeling it, if I’m rocking with it, I’m gonna crush it. When you hear me, you hear a lot of pain, a lot of hood; you hear what’s going on in the inner city in Atlanta.”
Unfortunately, Trap House was ill timed; the month of its release, Gucci was accused of murder and jailed for two days. Eventually deemed to be acting in self-defense, and without sufficient evidence to hold him, Mane was exonerated. But the ordeal left an indelible imprint on the man. “I learned to keep better company, watch where I go, and be mindful of my surroundings at all times,” he reveals. “Watch what I say, watch what I do and how I do it, just keep myself out of the wrong crowd.”
“I always stand up man,” he continues. “I’m one of the toughest guys I know. It’ll take a lot more than that to break me down.” Undeterred, Mane was back in the studio, preparing 2006’s eerily apropos Hard To Kill. The buzz from Hard To Kill vaulted Gucci Mane from regional commodity to national treasure, and major labels responded accordingly: “There was a bidding war going on, and I liked Atlantic’s approach. They made it known that they wanted me, they felt where I was going and that I could grow with them.”
Asylum/Atlantic Records welcomed Gucci Mane in early ’07, granting him his own imprint, So Icey Entertainment. With it comes an entire stable of artists, the So Icey Boyz. As the Boyz ready for their own exposure –“I got them in training; they be in the weight room, pumping iron, doing pushups, shopping at the mall, buying ice”—Gucci is focused on his magnum opus, Back to the Trap House. “I started working on the album, and by the third song, I was like ‘This is going back to the Trap House.’ I started feeling the same way I did when I made my first album. It had the same feel to it, the same freshness. And I had the same hunger and desire I had when I first started rapping.”
“Since I went major, I want everybody to know I’m still keeping it street, keeping it hood,” Gucci maintains. “I’m trying to take it back to all my fans that I had when I first started my career. And at the same time, I’m trying to open up my new album to a new fan base. So it’s a mix for everybody coming together, like my first album was.” Gucci has always prided himself on his innate ability, and his refusal to let guest appearances dictate the tone of his records. “I just want people to know I’m a great songwriter, man,” he asserts. “I’m passionate about what I do, and it’s choreographed strategically when I do it. I bring a lot of experience, creative wordplay, and a crazy style. And my albums, I record most of the songs without writing them down; it’s a God-given gift and I just get paid for it. It come from God, it’s like wondering what makes a bird fly. He made me a poet like the great poets of the past.”
But don’t mistake Gucci’s confidence for self-absorption. The vicissitudes of his career have dictated a longer view. Lyrics aside, he’s less preoccupied with visible means and more so with acting as an emissary from his under-repped block. “I’m not the one to glorify what goes on in the hood,” he insists. “We have everything there, the whole range from violence to people getting on the bus and going to work. There’s a lot more to the hood than just drugs. It’s a bigger story, there’s a big picture. I went to school in that neighborhood, I worked there, I trapped there, I hustled there, and I got my name there. I’m proud to be from East Atlanta Zone Six, and I claim there. I hold that on my back and carry that, to be the first one from there to really rock.”
And Gucci’s professional aims have matured as well. While other rappers stress platinum plaques, Gucci hasn’t forgotten the route he took to stardom. “I made a lot of CDs on my own. People fucked with me and supported me, and just made me the man I am today. That’s my blueprint right there, and I stay mindful of it. So now, my only concern is that people feel my music; at the end of the day, I do it for people to feel it. If one person feel it, two people feel it, I feel like my job’s been done.”
Fortunately for Gucci, he should be prepared to welcome an army of new fans with Back to the Trap House. But longstanding fans shouldn’t fear; they’ll recognize “Freaky Gurl,” reprised from its previous appearance from Hard To Kill. Luda, upon hearing the joint, asked for a guest spot on the remix. Said remix now appears as the lead single on Back to the Trap House, following in Gucci’s theme of mating old and new. Over a bouncing, meandering beat from Cyber Sapp, the two cook up the requisite concoction of whips, chips, and chicks. Also look out for “Bird Flu,” the album’s number two single, laced by New-York based Supa Sonics. Elsewhere, firm guest verses from Rich Boy and Pimp C of UGK round out Gucci’s regional flavor, while Bay-area producer Zaytoven (of “Icy” renown) locks down Gucci’s West Coast appeal.
Gucci Mane has something for everyone, and with the struggles of the past in his rearview, Gucci is settled in for his ride to the top. “I’m best known for controversy but I’m trying to gain respect as a songwriter and entertainer. I plan to hit them so hard with this album; who knows what the future will bring. I’ll be banging them out till I can’t bang no more.”
Like 34 & 8
Gucci Mane Lyrics
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(Mike WiLL-
Mike WiLL Made-It)
We strapped up like the Taliban, my hood something like Afghanistan
And I just put some cheese on his head like a Pakistan (well, damn)
Shiesty, that's my Kobe Bryant, ain't no way I'm tradin' the man (Shiesty)
Don't try me or my goons be at your house like they the cable man (wow)
Dressed up in the latest fashion, fashion show with Dapper Dan (it's Gucci)
It look like I robbed the bank, so much bread, it make you faint
We be everywhere you ain't, I go everywhere you can't
I send shots at where you think, I got millions when I blink
I got birds like Arthur Blank, I just bought a purple mink
Cookin' cocaine in the sink, seen some shit that make you drink (drink)
Doin' time, it make you think, got you clutchin' on your shank
He said he gon' rob who? (Who?) That's like tryna rob a tank
That's some shit that get you spanked, they done had too much to drank (well, damn)
You just tryna get some ranks, spill your blood out like it's paint
Say you wit' it, but you ain't, not a sinner, you a saint
I'ma make it plain and simple, send bullets at your pimples and temple
You deep in that water and you don't know what you into (no)
Gunners on the way, why you sayin' what you fittin' to?
We gon' make you sprint when we pull up in them rentals (go)
This just left a dent, he can't run from what I sent 'em
Niggas jumpin' clique, they don't even want to befriend ya (well, damn)
Niggas come to kill you and they didn't come to end ya
Nowhere to retreat, now you screamin', "I surrender" (quit)
Niggas ain't ridin' for you, don't want to revenge you (sad)
Thought you was a lion, coulda swore you was a ninja (swore you was a)
Heaven or Hell, can't decide where I'ma send ya (ayy, let's go, let's go)
T-shirt with your face is the way they gon' remember (ayy) (Wop)
Big blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy, big blrrrd'll make your favorite robber give it up
I'm just chillin' with your B-M, she said she wish it weren't two of us
Havin' threesomes at the gym, bad bitches galore, ladies linin' up
All the opps eat for attention right after they go and hide from us
In a couple months, went platinum, yeah, in two years, might go diamond, huh
All-black booty Draco with the wood, can't name a bitch fine as her
Hood baby ash on my diamonds, wide-body full of ZaZa
Ain't gotta be brave, then a Arab be thinkin' 'bout comin' and tryin' us
I told Wop he could drop me, he catch me outside with my chains tucked
I had bold niggas that dissed me in they songs, got they ass flamed up
And they better not say shit after this, I'ma come through and finish 'em
Man, fuck that, I'm tryna catch them, they cross they thumb and stick four fingers up
I knew I ain't get the headshot but the fuck you mean I grazed 'em? (Huh?)
Swear the Lord had to be with that baby-ass lil' boy, that day, He saved 'em
Okay, slime rock you to sleep, then I put a snake in your cradle
I come get you 'fore you clap me, Shiesty put shit in the newspaper
Blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd, the newspaper, yeah
Every day a new hater, yeah, every day a new opp
I got new drops on they block, goddamn, why all my members locked?
Ayy, BIG30 team don't give out passes, F-O-X, no Jamie Foxx
Every day, new high speed chase, ran through state troopers and the narc
Won't ever pull over, no way, it's a gold box behind my Glock
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Ho talkin' 'bout sendin' her a jet, send back a one-way flight with Spirit
Yeah, I be rappin', but still a kid in the backseat without no jewelry
Lay in yo' your yard, creep like a spy, move where you can't see or can't hear me
I said, "It ain't no runnin' from that fire," know I'm comin', them niggas fear me
Blrrrd, blrrrd, ayy, two Dracs, and like four glizzies, one MAC
In the CTF5V, four deep, push up right now, everybody gettin' whacked
Throw the lob up to Wop like Kobe and Shaq
Word around town, they be takin' your sack
Ayy, F&N choppers and Glocks when I move
Don't come around with them jammin'-ass ProMags
Ayy, pour up a pint, I ain't lettin' it last
Pour champagne, but I might drink out the glass
(Pour champagne, but I might drink out the glass)
The lyrics of Gucci Mane's "Like 34 & 8" revolve around the themes of violence, gang affiliation, and bravado. The song begins with a reference to the Taliban, with Gucci Mane comparing his crew's firepower and intensity to that of the extremist group. He then goes on to describe his own wealth and power, boasting about the clothes he wears and the money he has made. However, Gucci Mane also warns anyone who would try and cross him, emphasizing that he and his associates will respond with force.
Throughout the song, Gucci Mane also singles out various rivals and dissidents, labeling them as cowards and threatening them with violence. He also makes reference to his sexual prowess, suggesting that despite his criminal activities, he is still seen as attractive and desirable. However, the song concludes with an ominous message, with Gucci Mane suggesting that no one can escape the consequences of their actions, even those who think they are powerful.
Overall, "Like 34 & 8" is a provocative and energetic rap track that seeks to convey Gucci Mane's confidence and swagger, even as he references the violent world he operates in.
Line by Line Meaning
We strapped up like the Taliban, my hood something like Afghanistan
We are heavily armed and ready for combat, just like the Taliban. The environment in my neighborhood is chaotic and dangerous, comparable to the situation in Afghanistan.
And I just put some cheese on his head like a Pakistan (well, damn)
I recently offered a reward for his capture, just like in Pakistan. This unexpected turn of events surprises and amazes people.
Shiesty, that's my Kobe Bryant, ain't no way I'm tradin' the man (Shiesty)
Shiesty is extremely important and valuable to me, just like Kobe Bryant was to the basketball world. There's no chance I would ever let him go or trade him for anything.
Don't try me or my goons be at your house like they the cable man (wow)
If you provoke or challenge me, my gang will show up at your doorstep with a strong presence, just like the cable man shows up unannounced. This surprises and astonishes people.
They say I'm a sex symbol, they say I'm a ladies man (huh?)
People claim that I am seen as attractive and desirable by the opposite sex. This confuses and surprises me.
Dressed up in the latest fashion, fashion show with Dapper Dan (it's Gucci)
I am always wearing the most fashionable and trendy clothes, and I even have my own fashion show with the renowned designer Dapper Dan. My fashion sense sets me apart and represents luxury and style.
It look like I robbed the bank, so much bread, it make you faint
I have an enormous amount of wealth that it appears as if I robbed a bank. The abundance of money is overwhelming and can cause someone to lose consciousness.
We be everywhere you ain't, I go everywhere you can't
We are present in places where you are not allowed or cannot access. I have the freedom to travel to locations that are off-limits to you.
I send shots at where you think, I got millions when I blink
I target and attack the places you believe to be secure. I have a staggering amount of money, so much so that it seems to increase rapidly with the blink of an eye.
I got birds like Arthur Blank, I just bought a purple mink
I own a significant number of guns, similar to Arthur Blank, and I recently purchased an expensive purple fur coat.
Cookin' cocaine in the sink, seen some shit that make you drink (drink)
I am preparing and processing cocaine in the kitchen sink. I have witnessed and experienced things that are so intense and overwhelming that they drive people to consume alcohol.
Doin' time, it make you think, got you clutchin' on your shank
Serving a prison sentence causes you to reflect on your life and contemplate your actions. It leads you to hold tightly onto a makeshift weapon for protection.
He said he gon' rob who? (Who?) That's like tryna rob a tank
He claims he will rob someone, but that is as futile as attempting to rob a tank. It is an impossible and senseless feat.
That's some shit that get you spanked, they done had too much to drank (well, damn)
Such actions would result in severe consequences and a harsh punishment. Those individuals have consumed excessive amounts of alcohol, which impairs their judgment and decision-making.
You just tryna get some ranks, spill your blood out like it's paint
You are merely attempting to gain respect or recognition, but in doing so, you are endangering your life. Your blood will be shed as if it were paint.
Say you wit' it, but you ain't, not a sinner, you a saint
You claim to be involved and supportive, but in reality, you are not a troublemaker or criminal, but rather a virtuous and innocent person.
I'ma make it plain and simple, send bullets at your pimples and temple
I will be straightforward and direct. I will shoot bullets aiming for your pimples (weaknesses) and your temple (vital spot).
You deep in that water and you don't know what you into (no)
You are involved in a dangerous situation or lifestyle, but you are unaware of its true nature or consequences.
Gunners on the way, why you sayin' what you fittin' to?
My armed associates are coming, so why are you proclaiming what you are planning to do?
We gon' make you sprint when we pull up in them rentals (go)
We will instill fear and urgency in you when we arrive in our rented vehicles. You will feel the need to run away quickly.
This just left a dent, he can't run from what I sent 'em
This recent act or threat has caused significant damage and impact. The person cannot escape or avoid the consequences of my actions.
Niggas jumpin' clique, they don't even want to befriend ya (well, damn)
People are turning against you and abandoning your group, they don't even desire your friendship anymore. This is surprising and disappointing.
Niggas come to kill you and they didn't come to end ya
Individuals have arrived with the intention to harm or murder you, but they don't intend to completely eliminate you. They want to make you suffer instead.
Nowhere to retreat, now you screamin', "I surrender" (quit)
You have no way to escape or retreat, leading you to cry out and admit defeat by saying, "I surrender." This signifies giving up and quitting.
Niggas ain't ridin' for you, don't want to revenge you (sad)
People are not supporting or standing up for you, they have no intention of seeking revenge on your behalf. This is a disappointing and sorrowful realization.
Thought you was a lion, coulda swore you was a ninja (swore you was a)
I believed you were brave and fierce like a lion, and I even thought you had the stealth and agility of a ninja. This description was my perception of you.
Heaven or Hell, can't decide where I'ma send ya (ayy, let's go, let's go)
I haven't determined whether I will send you to Heaven or Hell, indicating that your fate rests in my hands. Let's proceed and make a decision.
T-shirt with your face is the way they gon' remember (ayy) (Wop)
A T-shirt featuring your face will be the lasting memory people have of you. This statement is a reference to the popularity and influence of Gucci Mane, also known as Wop.
Big blrrrd, blrrrd
A sound effect representing a gunshot, indicating a significant and impactful action about to occur.
Ayy, big blrrrd'll make your favorite robber give it up
The sound of a big gunshot will intimidate and force even the most skilled and experienced thief to surrender.
I'm just chillin' with your B-M, she said she wish it weren't two of us
I am casually spending time with your girlfriend, who expressed a desire for there not to be any other company present. She wants a more exclusive and intimate setting.
Havin' threesomes at the gym, bad bitches galore, ladies linin' up
Engaging in sexual activities involving three participants at the gym. There are numerous attractive women eagerly waiting for their turn.
All the opps eat for attention right after they go and hide from us
The individuals who oppose us only seek attention and recognition, but they quickly retreat and hide from us. They are not willing to face us directly.
In a couple months, went platinum, yeah, in two years, might go diamond, huh
My music achieved platinum sales within a few months, and I anticipate that within two years, it could reach diamond status, indicating even higher levels of success.
All-black booty Draco with the wood, can't name a bitch fine as her
I possess a black firearm with an attached extended magazine, known as a Draco. I also have a desirable and attractive woman by my side, and there is no woman who can compare to her beauty.
Hood baby ash on my diamonds, wide-body full of ZaZa
I have a young child from the hood wearing diamonds as ashes on my jewelry. My vehicle is large and modified, filled with a high-quality strain of marijuana called ZaZa.
Ain't gotta be brave, then a Arab be thinkin' 'bout comin' and tryin' us
It is not necessary to be courageous or brave, even an Arab would reconsider attempting to challenge or attack us. This statement highlights the intimidation and power we possess.
I told Wop he could drop me, he catch me outside with my chains tucked
I gave Wop (Gucci Mane) permission to leave me behind, but he discovered me outside while concealing my valuable chains for protection.
I had bold niggas that dissed me in they songs, got they ass flamed up
There were audacious individuals who insulted and criticized me in their songs, resulting in a severe backlash and public humiliation for them.
And they better not say shit after this, I'ma come through and finish 'em
They should not dare to say anything further, as I will personally confront and bring an end to their disrespect or criticism.
Man, fuck that, I'm tryna catch them, they cross they thumb and stick four fingers up
I don't care, I want to confront them and seek revenge. They arrogantly insulted and disrespected me by displaying an offensive hand gesture.
I knew I ain't get the headshot but the fuck you mean I grazed 'em? (Huh?)
I acknowledge that I did not successfully aim for a headshot, but how can you suggest that I only grazed or lightly injured them? It's a rhetorical question expressing disbelief in the suggestion.
Swear the Lord had to be with that baby-ass lil' boy, that day, He saved 'em
I strongly believe that a divine power, the Lord, intervened to protect that young and insignificant boy on that particular day. It suggests a surprising and unlikely rescue.
Okay, slime rock you to sleep, then I put a snake in your cradle
I will deceive and lull you into a false sense of security, then I will introduce a treacherous and dangerous element or person into your life.
I come get you 'fore you clap me, Shiesty put shit in the newspaper
I will take action and eliminate you before you have the opportunity to harm me. Shiesty, a trusted associate, will publicly expose and damage your reputation or disclose damaging information in the newspaper.
Blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd, the newspaper, yeah
Repetition of the gunshot sound effect, signifying a significant act. The newspaper is a symbol of public exposure, scandal, or revelation.
Every day a new hater, yeah, every day a new opp
Each day, I encounter new individuals who hate or oppose me. There is a constant influx of people who dislike or pose a threat to me.
I got new drops on they block, goddamn, why all my members locked?
I have recently made new acquisitions or established a presence on their territory. However, it frustrates me that many members of my team are currently incarcerated.
Ayy, BIG30 team don't give out passes, F-O-X, no Jamie Foxx
The BIG30 team does not grant privileges or exemptions. The reference to F-O-X indicates a lack of mercy or leniency akin to the absence of comedic relief associated with Jamie Foxx.
Every day, new high-speed chase, ran through state troopers and the narc
On a daily basis, we engage in high-speed pursuits, evading state troopers and law enforcement agencies specializing in narcotics.
Won't ever pull over, no way, it's a gold box behind my Glock
We never yield or stop for anyone, as it's a gold-plated gun case attached to my Glock. This implies a willingness to engage in violence without hesitation.
Ho talkin' 'bout sendin' her a jet, send back a one-way flight with Spirit
A woman is discussing sending her an expensive private jet as a gesture. In response, I would send her a one-way flight ticket on a cheap airline like Spirit, implying a lack of interest or commitment.
Yeah, I be rappin', but still a kid in the backseat without no jewelry
Although I am a successful rapper, I still maintain a youthful and carefree attitude, reminiscent of a child sitting in the backseat of a car without any jewelry.
Lay in yo' your yard, creep like a spy, move where you can't see or can't hear me
I will lie patiently in your yard, moving inconspicuously like a spy in order to evade your detection. I will maneuver in areas where you have limited visibility or ability to hear my movements.
I said, "It ain't no runnin' from that fire," know I'm comin', them niggas fear me
I want to emphasize that there is no escaping the danger and menace I bring. You should be aware that I am approaching, and my presence instills fear in those individuals.
Ayy, two Dracs, and like four glizzies, one MAC
I possess two Draco firearms and approximately four other small automatic weapons. Additionally, I have a MAC-11, representing a significant arsenal of firearms.
In the CTF5V, four deep, push up right now, everybody gettin' whacked
In a CTF5V vehicle, with four heavily armed individuals, we are aggressively advancing towards our opponents. Everyone in our path will be eliminated.
Throw the lob up to Wop like Kobe and Shaq
I will make a high pass to Wop (Gucci Mane) in a similar fashion to how Kobe Bryant and Shaquille O'Neal collaborated in basketball. It signifies teamwork and coordination.
Word around town, they be takin' your sack
There is a rumor circulating that individuals are stealing or robbing your supply of illegal drugs.
Ayy, F&N choppers and Glocks when I move
I bring along F&N (Fabrique Nationale) brand assault rifles, as well as Glocks, whenever I am on the move or conducting activities.
Don't come around with them jammin'-ass ProMags
Do not approach or confront us while carrying ineffective ProMag brand magazines. It suggests that such individuals are ill-prepared and lacking proper equipment.
Ayy, pour up a pint, I ain't lettin' it last
I will consume an entire pint of liquor without hesitation, as I have no intention of making it last or rationing it.
Pour champagne, but I might drink out the glass
I may pour champagne into a glass, but it is equally likely that I will simply drink straight from the bottle.
(Pour champagne, but I might drink out the glass)
(Reiteration of the previous line for emphasis)
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Ernest Day Jr., iWeirdo, Lontrell Williams, Michael Williams, Radric Davis
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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